Haters

So I got a call from my new boss (one of them, anyway (and yet again, and INTERIM)), telling me that the other teachers just weren't sure about what room I should be in to teach Beginning Band. She went on to tell me that elementary teachers are "very possessive" about their time, and so on and so on and so on...

I could go on. I could send out email after advocacy letter after you-name-it. No one reads them. My best revenge is to make 5th grade band so fucking awesome that finger painting and learning state capitals sucks balls by comparison. And I will. This is for the haters.



Also, my soon-to-be ex-lead-trumpet players calls me on Saturday to tell me he just "doesn't have time to do this one chart, and that if I don't do it, he's just gonna call [the boss] and tell him why it's not getting done." Fucking pussy passive-agressive bullshit. Then, he doesn't show up to load-in last night because the pathetic she-male "hurt his tendonitis in his foot while he was helping his mom weed the garden." Are you fucking kidding me? So, after some begging and pleading from the rest of the band, I knocked out the chart today. Took me 2 1/2 hours, and keep in mind, I stopped in the middle to take a few phone calls, answer an email or two, eat lunch, clean the cat-box, and READ HALF OF A FUCKING BOOK! This guy's only job is teaching trumpet lessons (and being a Jehovah's Witness, and I'm not knocking that, hey, if that's your preferred path to salvation, whatever, I'm not going to shit on anyone's religion BUT HE HAS NO OTHER JOB! Can one be a JW professionally? Does he edit the Watchtower?) and for some reason he doesn't have what should only take him (with his graduate degree and 20+ years of experience) 2 hours TOPS to complete?



This is him. Only, picture a trumpet up his ass.